Korean Story Set

her password

Hey what's your password?

I'm just curious.

What is your sister's name?

Yura starts clumping her ears with her favorite Tosca earphones, then gets immersed in all the songs on the playlist. His steps were slow, as if the sky would collapse even that step would remain that slow. Light steps like a dancer who dances using a beat very slowly. Yura did not even hear a hasty move approaching her. Oh realize, the school here is not only him, especially now that the first hour is almost starting, so the corridor passageways will be very crowded. The slow step stopped just as his right foot was plunging into the third rung.



Stopped or rather forced to stop by a hasty cry that faded Yura's subconscious enjoyment upon hearing the song. When he turned around he found a tall man who was like a man losing his breath. So there is still time to take off the earphones slowly, “you see Hyemi is not?” Oh come on, this guy just ran over to ask me something that didn't even matter, ah errat, really, really unimportant. His lover's existence. What's that important? At least what was the importance of that to Yura?

“please Yes Park Chanyeol. I'm not a versatile type of search engine that clearly knows where everyone is. And I don't bag your beloved that”

Chanyeol snorted at Yura's words, before finally returning to running, like the man who lost his watch, and even with a t*lol the man looked at the trash can, he said, indeed his lover is the type of fried chicken pieces that are left because they are not eaten?

Yes after Chanyeol ran, and Yura thought he got a sickening spectacle, don't forget the young man behind Chanyeol. Well call him oh Sehun some sort of clone of Chanyeol just colder, ice-cold blocks. Stupid how could he forget if there was always Chanyeol there was Sehun. The youth is slightly shorter than Chanyeol - only about 10 inches different. The young man with black hair with a model of grooming, hm, Yura did not know clearly what his name was, only that the young man was always cool with a black navy varsity wrapped in his uniform.

Ah it really felt like Yura wanted to faint right now, as the beautiful young man started walking towards her, he closed his eyes and began to chant prayers, like a psychic who was expelling a subtle creature from somewhere. Well Stupid indeed. When he opened his eyes, the young man was closer to him. The girl with bright brown hair started to blink her eyes, “hei, the first hour is about to start. You want to stay a statue here?”

God let it be smoke now, ah indeed it will always be blurred if Sehun is within the radius of his sight, nothing. If adjacent to Sehun his legs always feel like gelatin which is not even able to support his own weight. Before saying even Yura had time to chant a prayer so that he remained strong standing while talking to this young man, although in the end he still felt all his pores were sweating coldly.

“ya I will walk soon, do not worry. I won't be late.”

Ah, what did he just say? If time can be repeated it will repeat those few seconds. Even the young man looked at him strangely. Okay just kill Yura now, he has no face to meet the young man, who is he to be worried about by people as popular as oh Sehun? Shameless.

“I'm not worried about you. So don't ge-er.”

Ah Jedentotting Yura's head to the wall right now. Even he was sure now that his face had become a crimson red from enduring the embarrassment. Sehun's words were always painful so it was indeed what made him slip into a palpitation in front of this cold man.

“already ah I go to class first, if you want to be together keep your steps stay beside me.”

What was that just now? Want to go to class together? oh no woman would refuse that invitation especially Yura, so she aligned her body next to Sehun, then plug back the ear with earphones and back to listening to a song that can relieve his heart beat that is not because of.

At the door, not a single word flew. Even just a light conversation about a particular subject. And when opening the class all eyes were immediately on the two people who entered the class together. The whole eye turned to probing. Who would not suspect if two people who are not too close enter the class together even next to each other. The first screech came out of Chanyeol's noisy mouth. His mouth is always rotting like a seriti bird is not eating.

“yak! You two are together?! Why don't you just say albino!! Why go public?!”

And then screeches memekakan no less noisy than anything. Let Sehun ease the shock blast, so Yura immediately sauntered south of her seat. And oh look at Hyemi who looked at her full of probing. The girl must have felt that she had an easy prey that could not lie.

As Yura threw her butt toward the chair, Hyemi started whispering, a whisper that sounded more like a shout, “hei, Yura you really are?” Even the girl with bright brown hair simply replied with a shake, Hyemi did not have time to ask again because teacher song has entered and started opening her class.

I tell not everyone who asks you personal questions like ‘you're dating the A?’ or ‘you when to get married?’ they don't really care, it's possible that if you're really married they're on a list that's only covered on social media. They ask only to get the language to talk or it could be that they are just leeches to squatter the affairs of others. So Yura was very careful in answering the questions of her friends.

Five minutes passed in silence. Yeah, at least no one speaks but teacher song. It's a pity that Yura's pleasure doesn't last long.

“hei Yura look towards Sehun, don't scream or anything, lock your mouth.”

So slowly he took out a makeup mirror that combined with his mainstay solid powder, well it is impossible to go outside in the hours of the humanoid song teacher? So he started piling books in front of his face making sure that whatever he was doing behind the books was not clearly visible. Then began to show a strange look while looking for nasal dirt, examined all over the corner. He didn't even find a speck of dirt in his nostrils. The girl snorted, “you lied no shit in my nose!”The whisper behind Yura was clearly Hyemi's voice. With ogah-ogahan Yura turned his head right towards Sehun. Oh God is right. It's a strange thing not progress. Sehun looked straight at him. Didn't he forget to clean the eye poop this morning? Oh impossible this morning he had obviously been cleaning it when washing his face with soap. Or nose shit? well that one could be! Ahtur could be more and more without her face in front of Sehun - after this morning issued a statement of concern.

“who said there was shit in your nose?”

The plain complaint that came out from the cleft lip of Hyemi made Yura turn her head towards the table, yes, also, when did Hyemi call that Sehun observe the dirt of her nose? Idiotically. Letting the delusions that were reflected in his brain come true and tell others, the tail of Yura's eyes looked towards Sehun, and just as she expected the young man was still looking at her.

“ku tell. She looked straight at you from earlier knowing, when teacher song started saying.” The whisper from behind appeared again clearly it was Hyemi - again. Yura opened her eyes.

“that I also know, indeed you think I'm Stupid.” The protest quickly went on air. Hyemi snatched away behind the history book and started opening her mouth again.

“and I think he likes you.”

“mustahil.” Hyemi's optimistic remarks cut a sense of skepticism in Yura's mind. O my friend, the skeptic and the pessimist are chronic diseases of all mankind. It is nothing that attitude is manifest as an act that precedes fate. And all humans have that feeling. Whatever his thoughts are.

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If it is not strong faith, maybe Yura has changed schools since she set foot on the floor of this class. Class 2 High School said happy people, oh realize for Yura not at all. Not not at all, it's just that this class may be very outrageous if it is solid especially boys. They will be solid when there is an exam - cheating of course. And it will be more solid when pranking other students, it will not be enough to count their fingers against each other. No one ever gets too angry when bullied, and strangely again Yura always feels good to be in the middle of a positive vortex - straight towards the noisy, classy. However, she is the only girl who is often bullied.

A simple example this afternoon, when returning to class while carrying a mop and bucket filled with water potions and carbolic floor cleaners. If you don't remember having to picket yourself because the picket group friend fled after the bell came home ringing no strings attached, maybe if he does not remember it he has tote the bag and go home relieve dizziness caused by too much stuff.

Really upset. Infinite upset, not excessive. Just look at the class that looks more like a ship that was shipwrecked because of coral. The benches and tables that had already changed positions, some even fell on the floor, the whiteboards lying on the floor, the Styrofoam class stewardship structure that floated in front of him the scattered garbage, and the most frustrating. His bag was neatly displayed - cupped to a nail, right next to a poster of the Pythagorean formula.

If this is all Kris, just look at that young Chinese guy. Yura will not be ashamed to put Korean fried chicken in his lunch box, or do not just put but also replace the provision of young wu with Korean fried chicken. If he Baekhyun saw it, maybe Yura would change the contents of her liquid eyeliner with permanent marker ink. If it's Chen, oh look Yura won't even hesitate to mutilate her yellow rubber duck. if that person is Hyemi. oh wait no way Hyemi, it's impossible if her lover just might be. Yes it could have been Chanyeol Park's youth. Coulda.

Although among his revenge recana, all he had to do now was actually take his bag from a height. And so the girl set aside whoever did it today it could be taken care of later, and of course the girl preferred to save the bag that she assumed was afraid of heights. And because - again. Her height is the average height of girls in her class - Yura's height is only 149 cm. So Yura had to climb the table that she had been pushing from across the room to pick up her bag, and she still had to tiptoe, still she still ended up not coming, although it has stretched out his hands as high as possible, until the sore joints.

“hei want me to help you?”

The baritone's voice. Whether since when Yura's legs have turned gelatinous, but still Yura locked her mouth tightly, reluctant to reply to words that made her legs not strong enough to hold her own weight. So he just ignored and refocused on the mission of saving his bag that was still stranded up there. The baritone voice was clearly Sehun's, and Yura ignored it. Progress!

Goddamnit!

It turns out that cold men also have perverted thoughts! So Yura hurriedly sat herself down on the table. “can you please get me?” His voice sounded raucous, and he looked expectantly, actually did not do it even Sehun would still take the bag. The young man even slightly carved out a smile, you know? It was also scary to see unusual people smiling suddenly carve a smile even though only a thin smile. Sehun's thin smile was sweet as well.

“there watch out I want to go up.”

So Yura complied and got away from the table, the man started to climb up the table and grab his navy bag easily, as Yura remembered there was no agreement about the young man being able to open his bag and take his cell phone, clearly there was a smile of victory, his fingers began to move on the touch screen monitor with a flash his smile receded, the phone was using a password. Oh of course. Yura was always on guard especially her little friends who could be trusted to play her phone.

“what password?

“don't know.”

The young man screeched then started trying to type in various words like ‘namsan’ ‘han Yura’ even said ‘do not know’ he tried but none succeeded. And the young man gave up, indeed the young man really wanted to know what the contents of his phone were like? Even when the owner of the phone was trying to take his right Sehun actually raised his arms high.

“let me guess!”

“what amu?”

“han.”

“your sister's name?”

“I don't have a Sister.”

“big Sister's name maybe?”

“aku single child.”

“your favorite movie?”

“whatever it is that matters marvel!”

“that's an animated movie!”

“just keep film.”

“oke, your dog's name?”

“aku animal fur allergy.”

“your favorite cartoon?”

“whatever the hamster has ”

“prefer dolls or flowers.”

“more like chocolate.”

“if dating is better saturday or week?”

Oi! Oi! Oi! Is this part of the password guessing event?

“Better to see weather forecast first.”

“saturday or week?”

“Sunday.”

“prefer a walk in an amusement park or city?”

“depends on who invites.”

“if I took it?”

“streetings in town.”

“oke. It's decided. We're going outside this weekend.”

“eh?”

What was that just now? Date call? Really do?

“less clear? This week we're going out on a street date in town and maybe buy bubble tea too. Happy class cleaning. Don't forget to tell me the password during the date ya.” That was all Sehun said before carrying his bag out of the classroom with a big smile. And left Yura who was sculpting while squeezing her phone. Ah Sehun continued to thank Chanyeol the idea was very good. Even though Sehun innovated a little. A tiring innovation.

The End's